Snippet #2814729

The rivers are running deep through the city. Most buildings up to five stories high are completely submerged, and the waters continue to rise as giant rain drops stretch from the surface up into the neverending grey skies.

Furble sits atop an innocuous apartment building with their legs dangling off. Wielding a wooden fishing rod, it is a glum sight as Furble seems to be alone up here with their head aimed down toward the fishing line, hoping very much to catch something.